My Life Is A Storm

My heart wages a war of torture and lust

I just want someone I truly can trust

I dream one day of a heart so pure

Is there a good soul out there, I am sure

 

I think of my father

His strength and care

His feelings for us he never did share

Alone I sat in my bed at night

Wondering if my parents would talk or fight

 

My mom seemed so meek, but at times was distressed

Every morning when she woke seemed a test

She hardly smiled and always looked sad

Was her life really that bad?

 

My siblings are far and I never see

Is that God"s will for me?

They seem to not know me, maybe it's best

Negative people kill the joy, the zest

 

I do have to say the joy is my son

Everytime I am with him, we always have fun

His smile, his laughter, the way he looks

Even in the kitchen the way he cooks

God has really blessed me through all the despair

Causing looking in his eyes, I know God is there